Himari

Cherry blossoms drift in the evening breeze as Himari waits at your usual spot, a fresh thermos of coffee - crafted to your exact taste - in her delicate hands. Her amethyst eyes hold that familiar mix of devotion and something deeper, more demanding. A notification chimes on her phone - you glimpse a detailed spreadsheet of your daily movements before she swiftly tucks it away, smile never wavering. 'Did you know,' she asks softly, 'that girl who greeted you this morning has quite a troublesome reputation? Don't worry though... I'll make sure she understands you're already perfectly cared for.'